Kelsey's Bloghttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfmKelsey BruntsThu, 14 Jul 2011 15:59:56 PSTblogscu@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)Fri, 21 May 2010 11:08:00 PSTThe Santa Clara Studenthttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7243<p>I really love out library. I&rsquo;ve always been a bit of a bookworm, but I&rsquo;ve spent so much time in the library these past two years, I feel it is my duty to share my accrued knowledge with others. When I walk into the library, I usually have a specific purpose in mind; as cool as the library is, it&rsquo;s not a place I go just to hang out. I often go into the library to make copies of documents or notes. There is a photocopier on each floor, but a better solution lies in the multimedia lab on the first floor. I&rsquo;m sure there are many treasures in the multimedia lab, but I only care about the scanners. The scanners don&rsquo;t just allow me to copy and print out the notes; the copies are electronic so they can be e-mailed which is great for group projects. Sometimes, before I scan a book, I need to find a book. I need to look in the stacks. The stacks confused me a bit when I first came to school. For starters, they are in the basement. That wasn&rsquo;t really confusing, but I had to ask where they were which made me feel a little dumb. So now you know; the stacks are in the basement. The next thing you need to know about the stacks is how to locate books. Our library doesn&rsquo;t use the dewy decimal system. A book&rsquo;s call number starts with two letters. This is followed by a set of numbers and letters, ending in the book&rsquo;s publication date. The result is that every book has a unique call number, even books on the same subject by the same author. It&rsquo;s a weird system, but I learned to like it. Just keep in mind that the books are arranged with the first two letters of the call number alphabetically from right to left as you stand on the stairs looking at the stacks. I know my book&rsquo;s call number by looking on the database on the library website; however, not all books are located in the library&rsquo;s main stacks. Many books are in the ARS, the automatic retrieval system. To get these books, all I need to do is click &lsquo;request from ARS&rsquo;, enter my name, and pick up the book from the circulation desk in ten minutes. The take away point: ARS and the stacks are a student&rsquo;s friends. Use them well and if you have any questions, don&rsquo;t hesitate to ask for a point in the right direction at the circulation desk.</p>
<p>Once I have the books I want, I need to find space to work. One of the great things about our library is that it there is a plethora of study spaces. Which space I choose to occupy demands on what I&rsquo;m studying and how. When I&rsquo;m working problems for a math or physics class, I love the study rooms. Whether I choose the open study rooms on the third floor or the closed study rooms sprinkled around the whole library, one of the walls of the room is a dry erase board. I can&rsquo;t tell you how helpful this can be. Study rooms are booked online through the library website. The rooms go very quickly around midterms and finals but if you really need a white board or a place to study, never fear. The walls of the area outside the open study rooms on the third floor are white boards, and there are plenty of places to sit down and work. Let&rsquo;s start on the second floor (we could start of the first floor, but it&rsquo;s pretty self explanatory when you actually see it). There&rsquo;s a group of tables on the second floor where students can study in groups or alone. This is a pretty nice area to work in, especially if you have a group of friends all working on the same subject. It&rsquo;s quiet enough to actually get work done, but not so quiet that you feel awkward conferring with the people around you. Personally, I prefer a more quiet study area, probably because I tend to work alone. Lucky for me there is such a place just one floor up. Like the second floor study area, the third floor tables are big and have outlets on the tabletops to keep your laptop happy.</p>
<p>There are two other treasures that the third floor holds for the student. There are these two outdoor patios with insanely comfortable couches and chairs with beautifully deep cushions. These rooms are very pleasant to sit in and catch a breeze on a warm day. However, be forewarned, if you decide to study in one of the couch rooms, your risk of falling asleep increases 137%.</p>
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<p>I&rsquo;ve saved the best for last. Back in the northwest corner of the third floor is St. Claire room, named for the saint whose likeness stands at the far corner of the large room. I absolutely love the St. Claire room.</p>
<p>This is where people go when they need to study for the MCATs or write a ten page paper by morning. The trash bins are always filled with empty coffee cups by closing. Distractions are so minimized in the St. Claire room, it&rsquo;s like studying in a vacuum. People give you dirty looks for turning the page too loudly. I absolutely love it! Whether you need a quiet place to write a paper or work some problems or to e-mail copies of handwritten notes to group members, the library and the people who work there can help. Visit early. Visit often.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7243http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7243Mon, 17 May 2010 14:28:00 PSTI am an Undergraduate Studenthttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7215<p>These past two quarters, I have hit a gold mine of high quality professors. Last quarter I took Introduction to US History and Middle Age World History from Professor Giacomini. I&rsquo;ve never really been a fan of history. It&rsquo;s always been a series of names and dates and obsolete terms that have no relevance or application to each other or life. History has never stimulates critical thought for me. That changed when I started listening to Prof. G&rsquo;s lectures. He makes history interesting and relevant and encourages students to contemplate cause and effect throughout the historical timeline. The man is a educational genius; he helped me learn history, not just memorize it. Prof. G has a passion for history and teaching and that is what comes through in his lectures and infects his students. Plus he has a wicked awesome vocabulary! At a lot of universities, professors are measured by how many papers they&rsquo;ve published or how much research grant money they have to their name. I feel like Santa Clara is different (though we certainly have our share of publication/research superstars). Santa Clara is dedicated to being an undergraduate institution. This is precisely what attracted my physics professor, Prof. Kesten to teach at Santa Clara. Prof. Kesten is a MIT graduate who could have had a position at any number of prestigious institutions but chose Santa Clara because he truly believes in the importance of undergrad education. Prof. Kesten&rsquo;s classes are certainly challenging, but he works very hard to make sure students understand the material, and just as importantly, enjoy the learning process. I&rsquo;ve found that physics is a subject that has to be chewed on a bit before it can be really understood. Kesten&rsquo;s multiple physical demonstration per class, which occasionally involve the professor standing on the front table throwing things, not only gives time to chew on the material, they facilitate translation of theory into reality. (As an aside, it&rsquo;s good to note that you can always tell what type of physical science class you&rsquo;re in by the demonstrations: if it bites, eats or reproduces, its biology; if it blows up, its chemistry; if it doesn&rsquo;t work, its physics.)</p>
<p>Santa Clara&rsquo;s emphasis on undergraduate education influences the way professors see their jobs. Teaching is their job, not an annoyance that must be put up with between lab sessions until tenure is reached. The education and well being of the students is the ultimate priority of the professors at Santa Clara. This gives undergraduate students a superior educational experience which more than makes up for the lack of name recognition.<br />
&nbsp;</p>kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7215http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7215Tue, 27 Apr 2010 15:52:00 PSTTo relax or to pass the class, that is the question.http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7067<p>I&rsquo;ve found over the past couple of years that my interests wane in a predictable manner during the course of the quarter. At the beginning of the quarter, I have the time and more importantly, energy to pursue new interests and to do things just for fun. Around week 3, I stop having time as homework and labs begin to take over my scheduler and what little time that is not devoted to studying (or preparing to study which takes up a shocking amount of time) is doing mindless tasks (like laundry, dishes, and talking to my friends) to give my mind time to curl up in a small ball in a corner of my brain and recover from the constant siege of new information that has to be learned the day before I hear it for the first time. One of my friends used a beautiful analogy the other day to describe this phenomenon. She said when she was learning calculus, she felt like every time she learned something, she put it on the shelf and something else fell off the back. That is exactly how start to feel about week 3. The very first thing to fall off the shelf is anything stimulating, but non productive. This includes things like reading books (not including the problems in my physics book or franticly flipping through my MatLab book trying to figure out what the heck the &lsquo;fprintf&rsquo; function does and how to use it). Consequentially, my vocabulary is shrinking (or at least not growing at the rate it used to) which I find quite distressing. It&rsquo;s not that I don&rsquo;t like reading; in fact, I love reading. But sitting down to read a book for half an hour means that I&rsquo;ll have to do my homework or studying later and having that hang over your head is not the most relaxing feeling. After all my work is done (which it almost never is), I&rsquo;m too mentally exhausted to do anything requiring me to wake up too many neurons. So reading&rsquo;s gone the way of the dodo at least until summer rolls around.</p>
<p>At the beginning of the quarter, an acquaintance of mine lent me her Rubik&rsquo;s cube to play with. I swear those things are more addicting than pretzels. Every time there was a lull in my activities, I&rsquo;m whip out the cube and start fiddling with it. I got really close to getting the entire second layer completed (that one stupid corner kept messing me up). But as the quarter got more and more busy, the cube started to collect dust at an alarming rate. I just didn&rsquo;t have the time or mental capacity to spare to play around. I gave my friend the cube back, unfinished, today in physics class. It was a very sad moment. I had decided to concentrate on learning physics rather than Rubik&rsquo;s cube theory. So sad. I really had a lot of fun with it but I guess life took over. This is the way it always goes. At the beginning of a quarter, I&rsquo;m a normal(ish) person with interests and fun pursuits. Week 3-4 it all gets trumped by class and homework and studying and EMT shifts and meetings and blah blah blah. As of yet, I haven&rsquo;t found a way around it.</p>
<p>I have to work hard, especially with my engineering heavy class schedule this quarter, but there has got to be a way to do the things I love and do well in classes at the same time. This is a particularly hard quarter so it may be a bit better next year. I do have a lot to look forward to; I&rsquo;m going to be staying in California over the summer but that&rsquo;s a topic for another blog for another time. Stay tuned!</p>kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7067http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7067Sat, 17 Apr 2010 14:31:00 PSTNow that the work is done, it's time to get to work!http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7025<p>&nbsp;I&rsquo;ll have time to sleep on Thursday. This was a hard weekend which means it&rsquo;s going to be a hard week. Don&rsquo;t feel sorry for me; this is what I get for being an obsessive overachiever. This was a very productive weekend and I accomplished a lot of things. Unfortunately, none of those things were doing homework. If any of you were at the preview says, you may have seen me at the blog table saying hi and passing out stickers with the malicious intent of ruining the sweaters of prospective students and their parents. Sunday afternoon I took my vet est. On the EMS squad, we have rookies and Veterans (vets). The vets are responsible for what happens on shifts and take an active role in teaching rookies.</p>
<p>The test to become a vet is particularly stressful mock call. One of the current vets ran mock calls with me for several hours Saturday night to help me prepare. I did manage to pass the test (I owe you so hardcore Amanda) but I before I am officially a vet, I have to have a wet ride along (which will be on Monday) where I take on the practical responsibilities of a vet under supervision. If we actually get a call on Monday, I will (hopefully) officially vet up; if I don&rsquo;t get a call or if I screw it up, I will have to run another vet ride along.</p>
<p>Between talking to prospect students and parents for preview weekend and studying for my vet test (sometimes at the same time), I didn&rsquo;t start any homework until Sunday night. Trust me; I&rsquo;m not short in the homework department. You know, sometimes this happens in college.</p>
<p>You work hard and you still are behind and can&rsquo;t get everything done. I faced the classic conflict of a part time job, extracurricular and school work. Sometimes there&rsquo;s nothing that can be done but to do your best and stay in the library until it closes at 2 am for the next three days until all the work is finished. Fortunately for me at least, this was a rare occurrence where all three, my job, my extracurriculars, and school work, intersected in a perfectly stressful way. But I got through it just fine so don&rsquo;t worry if, no when, it happens to you. You can get through it too.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7025http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=7025Thu, 01 Apr 2010 14:28:00 PSTI feel like I've been here recentlyhttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6922<p>&nbsp;I have been spending way too much time in the Indianapolis airport lately. In the past three weeks, I have flown between the Midwest and San Jose four times and it looks like another set of flights may be in my near future. The weekend before finals I flew home to Indianapolis to take an EMT skills test for a potential job opportunity this summer. I flew back to school two days later after learning of the death of my grandmother to cram in my finals before flying into St. Louis for the funeral three days later. After an entire week free of airports, I trundled back to Indianapolis International Airport to fly back to school for the start of the new quarter. While passing through the usually insane security checkpoint in Indy, the TSA staff was actually nice to me and my fellow travelers. It was weird. I think that should have been my first clue that this was going to be an unusual travel day.My plane was slightly delayed, but nothing I couldn&rsquo;t handle (as long as I make my connection in Las Vegas). The real fun came when I checked my phone after boarding and saw I had one new voice mail. It was someone from the aforementioned EMT job wanting to schedule a job interview&hellip;in Indianapolis&hellip;as I&rsquo;m stepping on the plane to go back to California.Great. Well maybe I can fly back next weekend. Nope, I&rsquo;m working the next three weekends. So basically, I&rsquo;m going to be calling the guy who I want to hire me tomorrow (because I&rsquo;m stuck in a tin can behind a crying bay at 3000 ft) and say I&rsquo;m available for a phone interview or an actual interview in a month. Fantastic. Someone asked some weeks ago in a comment if I like having plans, specifically concerning summer plans. To answer that person, yes, I very much like plans. I need plans. What I have right now is the antithesis of a plan. What I have right now is a Hail Mary pass. It may be a little redundant to say that I&rsquo;m a little stressed out even as the pilot comes on to give an update on the Butler basketball game. I still have two hours left on this four hour flight before I can access e-mails and voice mails to confirm and shuffle and reconfirm dates. Let me clarify something: I don&rsquo;t take four hour flights; I take four hour naps. I can&rsquo;t remember the last time I was awake when we reached cruising altitude. This whole stress keeping me awake thing: not cool. Next year I am defiantly applying for a job in Santa Clara if only to avoid becoming an unwilling jet setter in an attempt to please potential employers in a job market that has a lot in common with a sewage-treatment facility. When did life get so complicated? When did it start filling up with resumes and interviews and four hour flights? Oh I remember now. College did this to me. It starts senior year boys and girls and it never stops. Want my advice? Marry rich.</p>
<p>Update: I called the ambulance service from the Las Vegas. Turns out they didn&rsquo;t know I&rsquo;m a college student. They said that, while I have an impressive application (if they read my app, how did they not know I was a college student?), they were not hiring any part time or temporary employees. For anyone keeping track, I just spent $400 to fly home to take a skills test for a job that a proper reading of my application would have shown I was unfit for. Half the time I think life is just kicking me in the face for fun; the other half of the time it&rsquo;s jumping up and down saying &lsquo;haha! You&rsquo;re an adult!&rdquo;</p>
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<div>&nbsp;</div>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6922http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6922Thu, 11 Mar 2010 14:21:00 PSTChicken Soup and Bed Rest College-Stylehttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6784<p>Santa Clara students are very lucky. We have a lot of people looking out for us and trying their hardest to fight our 20 year old god complexes to keep us in good health. There are, of course, the EMTs working hard to make sure your dumb moves become funny stories. But so much more important than the EMTs are the professionals at Cowell Health Center right here on campus. I don&rsquo;t know what I would do without them. Last week, I hurt my foot doing god knows what. I am a pretty stubborn person but the excruciating pain on the walk back from class persuaded me very effectively to go to the health center. They diagnosed me with acute plantar fasciitis. My dad had plantar fasciitis and few years back and it took him two years, a podiatrist, and thousands of dollars to be diagnosed with the same thing Cowell diagnosed for free (as free as anything is in college) in forty minutes total. I didn&rsquo;t even have to pay for the crutched they loaned me for the weekend. Students at SCU are really spoiled when it comes to the quality and cost (or lack thereof) of healthcare on campus.</p>
<p>Let&rsquo;s face it, college students get sick a lot. Our demographic tends to have the strongest immune systems and to be in the best general health, but we are still very at very high right for contracting communicable diseases. If you&rsquo;re puzzled by this, remember; I sleep within twelve feet of four different people. Throw in communal bathrooms, bad food, and various colligate &hellip;ahm&hellip; extracurricular activates, and cold and flu season can have a devastating effect of a college campus. Cowell knows this and is very proactive. Flu vaccines (including H1N1) are available to all students, especially those at high risk (EMTs, those with asthma, ect). They send out e-mails if any pattern of illness occurs so affected students can seek treatment and avoid spreading the illness to healthy students. Cowell acts as out mini CDC.</p>
<p>I think if I were given a choice between going to an off campus doctor and going to Cowell, I&rsquo;d always pick Cowell. They do so much more than a normal doctor&rsquo;s office. They keep common medications in stock and can dispense it on site for an insanely low cost (I&rsquo;m talking a $20 pill for three bucks). If they don&rsquo;t carry the medication needed, they work with a pharmacy that delivers so sick, careless students, like me, don&rsquo;t have to worry about trying to get to a CVS. Students with stomach flu, a common ailment on campus, will often receive IV fluids to fight dehydration and improve vitals. A normal general practitioner generally won&rsquo;t hook you up with a couple of liters of saline; they tell you to drink lots of fluids which is useless advice if you&rsquo;re dehydrated because you can&rsquo;t keep anything down. The free appointments at Cowell do so much to promote the health of the student body. &nbsp;I was talking to my friend at Indiana University, the largest college in Indiana, last night. He told me he got hit by a car twice yesterday in two different instances; it&rsquo;s ok, I already did the face palm. I asked him what the health center said, assuming he&rsquo;d gone after the second car hit him head on. Apparently, IU students only get two free visits to the health center per semester and he only has one free appointment to last him the rest of the year. I know if I had to worry about having to pay for an appointment if something came up, I would be much less likely to seek care, especially for something like foot pain.</p>
<p>One could certainly critique our on campus healthcare system saying it does not discourage hysterical illness; however, Cowell cares for the whole person and while a person with hysterical illness may not have anything physically wrong with them, it is a psychological illness and the counseling and psychological services at Cowell get involved. I can&rsquo;t express enough how wonderful the people at Cowell are. They handle everything from removal of stitches to yearly exams to the treatment of serious illness. Not onlymake us feel better, even if it&rsquo;s just by smiling. The nurses, Pas, and MDs who take care of the students really care and it shows with everything they do.</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6784http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6784Fri, 19 Feb 2010 10:10:00 PSTHe Loves Me, He Loves Me Nothttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6631<p>High school seniors across the country are getting ready to make a very important decision. Colleges are picking students and the students are starting to pick colleges. It&rsquo;s making me think back to my college selection and how I felt after I arrived at Santa Clara. Like many eighteen year olds, I faced a complicated situation. At the end of my senior year, I was in a fairly serious relationship. I had already made my college decision before I started dating this guy, but I still had to face the difficult questions of relationships versus attending a school across the country. Long story short, I moved to California and my boyfriend dumped me. It&rsquo;s ok. He was a jerk.</p>
<p>Like most girls who have their hearts broken, I started to play the &ldquo;what if&rdquo; game. The biggest what if was &ldquo;what if I had just gone to Indiana University&rdquo; like everyone else, including the boyfriend. On some level, I was definitely regretting my decision to come attend Santa Clara. I can tell you now, that doubt was completely unfounded. I have the benefit of hindsight to see that that guy defiantly wasn&rsquo;t worth giving up a school that could make me happy even if our relationship had worked out (which it wouldn&rsquo;t have).</p>
<p>I know some of you high school seniors are facing the very serious decision of whether to go to a school that&rsquo;s the right fit for you or to go to the school that&rsquo;s close to a significant other. I hope I can share a little wisdom. Choosing a school because that&rsquo;s where your boy/girlfriend goes is a mistake. Here&rsquo;s the hard truth: most high school relationships don&rsquo;t last through college even if the couple is attending the same school. I know you think your relationship will be that 2% that do but your education is a lot to gamble on less than 2%. However, it does happen. There&rsquo;s a couple I went to high school with who&rsquo;ve been together for nine or so years now (we&rsquo;re all just waiting for him to propose). This nine year long couple went to different colleges in different states. My point is that if it&rsquo;s a strong enough relationship to be worth giving up a school that&rsquo;s right for you, it&rsquo;s strong enough to stand the test of distance. Don&rsquo;t let giving up your dream school for someone who may turn out to be just a stupid boy be something you regret.</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6631http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6631Fri, 12 Feb 2010 10:19:00 PSTWhy is my hairbrush wet?http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6560<p>I got a new roommate today. I&rsquo;ve been living alone for the past month or so but Susan officially moved in today. I didn&rsquo;t know it was possible to experience vicarious moving stress, but it is. It is very very possible. The room isn&rsquo;t all that big and having four different people looking through my stuff, none of which are me, can be a little bit stressful. As I write this, my roommate&rsquo;s mom is washing my dishes after sorting my toiletries and rinsing my hairbrushes. All I wanted to do tonight was work on physics and possibly read some US history, but now&hellip; I don&rsquo;t even know what&rsquo;s going on now. The only real way to describe my living situation at this point is hell in a hand basket. Everything was fine when I woke up and now I&rsquo;m afraid to move anything because it might draw attention. I don&rsquo;t like sudden change. Change is hard. Change is scary. Change is bad. EVERYTHING WAS FINE THIS MORNING! I mean, aside from the creepy dream where miss piggy was chasing me around a vampire ridden mansion, but that&rsquo;s a completely different issue.</p>
<p>Don&rsquo;t get me wrong, I do like my new roommate; she is a very nice girl. I&rsquo;m sure tomorrow will be better, but for now there are a lot of people and lots of new stuff and my personal (and closet) space is being seriously infringed upon. I have a religion midterm tomorrow so hopefully everything will somewhat normalize before then. But for now, I&rsquo;m going to collect my things and go find a nice empty class room in which to do physics.</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6560http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6560Fri, 29 Jan 2010 12:19:00 PSTMondays with The Bachelorhttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6495<p>Every Monday night all the girls in my suite take a break from studying, plop down o the couch and watch The Bachelor. I know, I know. I hate myself for it too, but there&rsquo;s a good reason for it. When eight girls live together, the fur can fly! Once a week, we get together and totally trash the contestants of the show, a disproportionate number of which are &ldquo;models&rdquo;. It really keeps the cattiness to a minimum. I introduced Jenny to the Bachelor and now she&rsquo;s totally hooked; I feel like a drug dealer. We&rsquo;ve gotten pretty good at getting a feel for who&rsquo;s getting booted off each week. It&rsquo;s like football for us; we don&rsquo;t care who wins, we just want to know more than the ref.</p>
<p>I have about a billion thinks I could be doing Monday at eight that would be infinitely more productive than watching &ldquo;reality&rdquo; TV. And yet, watching &ldquo;reality&rdquo; TV with my roommates is one of the best parts of my week. They are my family here at Santa Clara. At home in Indiana, I watch TV and movies with Mom and Dad, it makes sense that I do the same with the people I live and work with here at school. Like many modern families, my roommates and I are often ships passing in the night. Between rushing to classes, the gym, the library and everything else college students so on a regular basis, we don&rsquo;t spend extended periods of time together. There is no dinner table to gather around in the evening. Even if we did have room for a kitchen table, we&rsquo;re far too busy to sit down on a daily basis. We compromise and one hour a week, we sit together and collectively (and brutally) judge women on The Bachelor.</p>Kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6495http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6495Wed, 20 Jan 2010 12:39:00 PSTWeek 1http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6388<p>&nbsp;This past week was too insane to come up with a creative title. It all started out with Organic Chemistry. My professor last quarter wasn&rsquo;t exactly Robin Williams in Dead Poets&rsquo; Society. On my first day of O chem this quarter, I recognized all the words my (new) professor was saying (he seemed pretty good), but I&rsquo;d never really been taught the principles behind them. By the end of the hour, I was in a near panic. After talking to my parents, I decided to drop Chemistry and start over the whole series next year. Well, that meant I had to drop my biology class since I had to be concurrently enrolled in Organic. This put my credits at eight when I need twelve to be a full time student. To live in the dorms and be covered by my parent&rsquo;s health insurance, I need to be enrolled as a full time student. I was panicking (read &lsquo;on the phone to Mom and Dad sobbing&rsquo;). Fortunately, the food people at the Drahman Advising Center worked their magic and got me into not just one class, but two. I totally owe them a dried fruit basket.<br />
&nbsp; The rest of the week went pretty normally. I was on duty Wednesday night (no calls, as per usual); Thursday morning, there was an earthquake in Physics class. Saturday was when it got interesting again. The EMT&rsquo;s were having one of our periodic social events (they promote bonding and community). Unfortunately, most people on the squad really didn&rsquo;t want to go on duty and miss the fun. Rather than see the whole shift cancelled, I volunteered to go on duty. It turned out to be an excellent decision! We got three calls (more than I&rsquo;ve ever had on one shift); one was really interesting and completely made up for missing the party! I didn&rsquo;t get a ton of sleep that night and I got up feeling a bit like the people I&rsquo;d treated: tired achy and blurry eyed. It was great!<br />
&nbsp; Despite the week&rsquo;s rocky start, it turned out to be a good start to what hopefully be a great quarter!</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6388http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6388Fri, 15 Jan 2010 10:22:00 PSTWords Words Words!http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6408<p>&nbsp;I&rsquo;ve been going to the library since before I can remember. I&rsquo;ve always loved the library so I really should know better than to think that I can just pop in for five minutes and pick up a few books. It never works out that way. Ever. Carmel has a huge library and you can (and I often do) spend hours browsing the shelves looking for titles to entertain me. I&rsquo;ve always loved libraries. The library is my happy place. I think I love libraries for the same reason I love a sharpened pencil and a clean piece of paper: they are full of potential. When I walk into a library, there are more books than I will ever be able to read in my lifetime. Each one of those books contains something very special: knowledge. Think about it. Books are the physical manifestation of knowledge. Pretty cool huh? When you go to a library, if you&rsquo;re like me, anything can happen. I just can&rsquo;t keep my hands to myself. Even if I am going in for a specific book, I can&rsquo;t help grabbing books off the shelf to take a look. Freshman year, I checked out a book on cult initiation just because it looked interesting. It&rsquo;s how I roll. It&rsquo;s pretty cool. I learned all sorts of things I might never have learned otherwise. Ever since I can remember, I&rsquo;ve loved the public library. I can still remember where the Beatrix potter books were in the old library building. My mom would take my brother and me to the library multiple times a week and I&rsquo;m sure that&rsquo;s why I&rsquo;ve done so well in school thus far. I can&rsquo;t spell to save my life so knowing how to read before going to school was pretty much the only thing that got me through kindergarten. You have no idea how badly I bombed at spelling and still do. &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;In college, there is a lot less time for pleasure reading. Anytime for reading goes to organic chemistry, cellular biology, or one history class or another. I don&rsquo;t know&hellip; maybe if I&rsquo;d taken more time to read like I had in high school, I might have had a better quarter grade wise. How about I make it an experiment (thought not a very controlled one, I&rsquo;ll admit). I&rsquo;ll take to read for my own happiness this quarter and see how I do. I&rsquo;ll keep you posted!</p>Kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6408http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6408Sun, 03 Jan 2010 10:29:00 PSTSwapping seats and Scary Stewardesseshttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6409<p>&nbsp;Have I mentioned how much I hate flying? I&rsquo;m at Chicago O&rsquo;hare, sitting through my two hour layover. Believe it or not, a layover of this length may not be enough in Las Vegas if you&rsquo;re going to concourse B; you have to leave the secured area and face the TSA and the (always) long lines. I&rsquo;m just sayin&rsquo;, avoid Las Vegas airport at all costs. But back to my current flying brouhaha. I&rsquo;d had enough of my airline&rsquo;s persistent attitude problem before I&rsquo;d finished checking in. American Airlines, I&rsquo;m talking about you! Oh that&rsquo;s right, I&rsquo;m naming names! I booked this flight two whole months ago to the day and because of over booking, I was at serious risk of not getting a seat. Fortunately, I was able to get a seat on my flight (thank you particularly flustered looking baggage handler in Indianapolis) in the first row as it turned out. Once boarding started, I was on the plane an entire five seconds (not hyperbole) before I was yelled at by the flight attendant for having the gall to ask if I could put my bag in the closet in front of my seat as the overhead bins were full and the front row can&rsquo;t hold onto personal items. On the flight home from Santa Clara, I got in trouble for having my coat in my lap to stay warm. As a frequent flyer (I fly a minimum for six times a year for school alone) I&rsquo;ve noticed bad attitude are epidemic among airlines. I&rsquo;ve seen flight attendants so surly, they&rsquo;ve made small children (and sometimes grown men) burst into tears. As someone who is often clumsy and absent minded, I have incurred the wrath of many flight attendants. These days, my only real expectation is that they might refrain from sucker punching me (at least in front of witnesses). When the person sitting next to me asked for orange juice, I had a sudden urge to &lsquo;duck and cover&rsquo;. If the OJ reference escapes you, Google &lsquo;American Airlines Orange Juice&rsquo; and it will become painfully obvious. As with most things, I am not quite on the same page as my fellow travelers when it comes to flying; I love turbulence (I always feel like I&rsquo;m being rocked to sleep) but I hate customer service (the service people scare me)! I hope your flying experiences this travel season are better than mine. But if all else fails, just grumble under your breath and hope the airline employee slips on a renegade honey-mustard peanut!</p>Kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6409http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6409Wed, 23 Dec 2009 18:12:00 PST Tidings of Great Joy!http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6235<p>&nbsp;Believe it or not, there is quite a bit of culture in Indianapolis. The&nbsp;Indianapolis Museum of Art (IMA) is a pretty common haunt for teenagers&nbsp;in Indy. It may seem strange to see a bunch of teenagers looking at&nbsp;Renaissance art, but consider this: the IMA is free and it has at least&nbsp;some semblance of sophistication. It&rsquo;s a great place to go on a date! I&nbsp;went there two or three times with my last boyfriend. I went to an&nbsp;exhibit of Roman artifacts on loan from the Louver a couple years ago&nbsp;with my dad and I saw an exhibit on the ancient Egyptians with a&nbsp;boyfriend and they were both incredible. When I came home for&nbsp;Thanksgiving, Mom mentioned a new exhibit at the IMA called &lsquo;Sacred&nbsp;Spain&rsquo;. We of course didn&rsquo;t have time to go during Thanksgiving break&nbsp;since we were in town all of one day, but we decided to go when I came&nbsp;home for Christmas. We went to the museum last week to see the Sacred&nbsp;Spain exhibit. It was pretty cool. The exhibit is full of Spanish&nbsp;religious iconology. Some of it was very beautiful; most of it was just&nbsp;upsetting. The Virgin Mary and the Christ Child were portrayed as&nbsp;royalty, wearing jewels and expensive robes and St. Joseph was pretty&nbsp;much ignored, as always. There was a cool explanation of norms and&nbsp;&ldquo;truths&rdquo; that were avidly enforced in Spain during the period during&nbsp;which most of the exhibit&rsquo;s art was created. Apparently, portraying Mary&nbsp;and the Christ Child (baby Jesus for those who didn&rsquo;t go to catholic&nbsp;grade school) as royalty was expected and the implication was that an&nbsp;artist could get in trouble for painting mom and the Kid any&nbsp;differently. It made me feel like people forget that even God was an&nbsp;outcast. I mean, he was born in a barn for heaven&rsquo;s sake! His mom was an&nbsp;unwed mother; that&rsquo;s a tough situation to be in today. The implications&nbsp;for her 4B.C could have been damaging, even fatal if not for the faith&nbsp;and compassion of St. Joe! Like a week after Baby J was born, in the&nbsp;barn, the whole family had to move to Egypt because, had they stayed in&nbsp;Nazareth, the Kid would have been, wait for it&hellip;killed! You really don&rsquo;t&nbsp;get to be more of an outcast than that. Knowing that God, who really&nbsp;could have transubstantiated as anything or anyone, decided to come to&nbsp;earth as a poor, hated child of unwed parents, how we call anyone too&nbsp;much of a lost cause to be loved? I think that&rsquo;s the real gift of&nbsp;Christmas. Not an iPhone or a dog snuggie, but a divine model of&nbsp;unconditional acceptance. Merry Christmas and God bless.</p>
<div>&nbsp;</div>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6235http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6235Mon, 21 Dec 2009 16:29:00 PSTNow Boarding Flight 325 to Neverlandhttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6231<p>&nbsp;While applying for a scholarship (and you thought that ended with high&nbsp;school), I set to the task of updating my resume. The thought alone is&nbsp;usually enough to scare me away from my computer for days, but it really&nbsp;wasn&rsquo;t that bad. I last updated it during the summer, so there were only&nbsp;a few dates to change and a thing to two to add. It makes me kinda sad&nbsp;that I not only have a resume, I update it on a regular basis. It pretty&nbsp;much means I&rsquo;m not a kid anymore doesn&rsquo;t it? I&rsquo;m still pretty young so&nbsp;it isn&rsquo;t a long resume but I need it to get a job so it gets longer.&nbsp;It&rsquo;s a vicious circle isn&rsquo;t it? You need experience to get a job, and&nbsp;you need to get a job to get experience. It&rsquo;s a conundrum faced by every&nbsp;young adult. It&rsquo;s almost time for me to start looking for a summer job.&nbsp;In this economy, an application submitted in March is an application&nbsp;submitted too late. I really hate summer job hunting. Hunting for a&nbsp;summer job yourself? Let me take some of the pressure off: NO ONE IS&nbsp;HIRING! There are few things more degrading than attempting to enter the&nbsp;workforce. I tired last summer; it didn&rsquo;t work out as I expected. The&nbsp;only person willing to hire me was my dad. Oddly enough, the job he gave&nbsp;me, market research at Kinetic Sciences, LLC, is that job that looks the&nbsp;most legit on my resume. After adding my job at Kinetic Sciences, and my&nbsp;position in SCU EMS (I&lsquo;m not paid for it, but I figure it counts at&nbsp;&ldquo;Professional Experience&rdquo;) and updated the dates for this blogging&nbsp;position, my profession experience heading looks mildly anemic instead&nbsp;of truly pathetic like it used to.</p>
<p>I guess growing up is something we all have to do sooner or&nbsp;later; I was hoping it would happen later rather than sooner, but as the Rolling Stones taught up, you can&rsquo;t always get what you want. I suppose&nbsp;if it had to happen, I&rsquo;d rather grow up slowly with little signs of ldquo;maturity&rdquo; like regularly updating my (existent if somewhat pitiful)&nbsp;resume. Since it&rsquo;s unavoidable, I&rsquo;ll give you a hint about creating a&nbsp;resume. When I had to compile a resume for the EMT class selection&nbsp;process almost exactly one year ago, I asked my dad for a copy of his&nbsp;resume so I couple at least copy the section headings. Oh yes! That&rsquo;s&nbsp;right! When it comes to using templates, I&rsquo;m a big fat cheater, but it&nbsp;was easy and I was pressed for time. Setting up a resume is that hard part. Once you have all the basic sections and you save the dang thing&nbsp;to your hard drive, it&rsquo;s a pretty simple task to take a look at it every few months and make sure everything&rsquo;s there and all the dates are&nbsp;correct. Wow, I sound like a guidance counselor don&rsquo;t I? Trust me; I&rsquo;m rolling my eyes at myself right now. It&rsquo;s okay; you can hate my out of&nbsp;reflex too. But hate me all you need to, you&rsquo;re going to need a resume soon if you don&rsquo;t already have one and what are you going to do? I&rsquo;d bet&nbsp;some good money at least one person will ask their dad for a copy of his&nbsp;resume!</p>Kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6231http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6231Mon, 14 Dec 2009 20:01:00 PSTWelcome to Kelsey's Day Spahttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6204<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; I am so excited to go home. There is one thing I absolutely cannot wait<br />
to do: take a hot bath. I really like taking baths. I guess it&rsquo;s the<br />
girly side of me; it doesn&rsquo;t show very often but when it does, it shows<br />
with force. I don&rsquo;t know if I&rsquo;ve written about my shower here at school.<br />
How do I describe my shower? Well&hellip; it&rsquo;s the crappiest shower I have ever<br />
had the displeasure to step into. For starters, it&rsquo;s the handicapped<br />
shower so it&rsquo;s just a shower curtain, no lip or anything so water sprays<br />
out all over the bathroom floor. Second, the showerhead, which my dad<br />
had to fix when I moved in, had to be attached in such a way that you<br />
can really only stand on one side or the other. And of course, there&rsquo;s<br />
no tub.</p>
<p><br />
&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; While I was doing all my Christmas shopping online (in bio<br />
class), I found an inexpensive bottle of sandalwood bath salts with free<br />
shipping. So in the holiday spirit, I thought I&rsquo;d both give and receive<br />
via&nbsp;<a target="_blank" style="color: rgb(42,93,176)" href="http://amazon.com/">amazon.com</a>&nbsp;and I bought the bath salts as a Christmas gift to<br />
myself. My parents told me about a week ago that my package arrived and<br />
is now sitting on my desk at home. Apparently, Mom and Dad had to fight<br />
the urge to snoop since both their presents are in that box. I&rsquo;m very<br />
proud of both of them for resisting the temptation, thought maybe I<br />
should wait to make sure my dad hasn&rsquo;t performed surgery on the box with<br />
a razor blade. Anyways, I&rsquo;ve already decided that the first thing I&rsquo;m<br />
going to do when I get home tomorrow night is slice open that box, grab<br />
my bath salts and relax in a hot bath. After five and a half hours of<br />
flight time, with a two and half hour layover in the Dallas- Fort Worth<br />
airport, I&rsquo;m going to need some serious pampering. For any guys out<br />
there who&rsquo;ve made it this far, hot baths are a poor woman&rsquo;s day spa.<br />
Wanna make it a high class poor woman&rsquo;s day spa? Add bath salts or bath<br />
milk and a bath pillow and there&rsquo;s no reason to ever pay to relax.<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Even though I&rsquo;m super excited to go to my own personal &ldquo;spa&rdquo; (I<br />
also call it my happy place), I still have a lot to do before my flight<br />
home tomorrow morning. I have to finish laundry so I can finish,<br />
well&hellip;actually, start packing. I still have to do some cleaning and<br />
take out the trash my roommates left behind. But not to worry! I have my<br />
happy place to go to when it&rsquo;s all done with.</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6204http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6204Fri, 11 Dec 2009 19:58:00 PSTDenial. Ithttp://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6203<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I finished my last final this morning. That means I am done.<br />
Completely done. Some people, after a final, stay to chat with<br />
classmates to see what they thought about the difficulty of the exam.<br />
Others immediately consult their notes to see if the answer to question<br />
6 b was meso or disterioisomers. Not me. I made a bee line to Benson and<br />
ordered breakfast. Some people stress and torture themselves about<br />
finals already taken, I will not think about, much less acknowledge the<br />
fact that I was beaten within an inch of my academic life by an Organic<br />
Chemistry final a mere ten hours ago until my grades come out. And maybe<br />
not even then!</p>
<p><br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I think it&rsquo;s safe to say I&rsquo;m in total denial/ avoidance mode.<br />
The next few days will be stress free if I have anything to say about<br />
it, though seeing as I got a flat on my bike today and I had to lug it<br />
to the repair shop on the bus, it&rsquo;s probably a safe bet that I have<br />
absolutely no say in the amount of stress in my day. Regardless, I am<br />
absolutely refusing to let finals enter my mind as anything more than a<br />
fleeting thought.</p>
<p><br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting on this bench, freezing my toes off and waiting for the<br />
22 bus to come and whisk me and my burrito home, I cannot possibly<br />
express the relief I am feeling that this quarter is over. It&rsquo;s time for<br />
me to go home to Indiana and frolic in some precipitation of the frozen<br />
variety. There are, of course, things I miss being away from Santa<br />
Clara. I&rsquo;ll miss my wonderful roommates (Jenny&rsquo;s making me cookies) and<br />
Maybe&rsquo;s sweet little kisses when I take her for walks. As the second AMR<br />
ambulance goes by since I&rsquo;ve been sitting here, I&rsquo;m reminded of how much<br />
I&rsquo;ll miss the EMT squad.<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; But all these things will still be here when I return in January<br />
and in the meantime, there are plenty of adventures to be had in<br />
Indiana, my first and dearest of homes.</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6203http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6203Thu, 10 Dec 2009 19:55:00 PSTWho Needs Brownies When You've Got Comfort Movies!http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6202<p>I&rsquo;m trying to cope with the stress. I know I&rsquo;ve only been back at Santa Clara less than two weeks, but these are the most stressful two weeks of the quarter. I&rsquo;ve been turning to comfort movies; that&rsquo;s a lot like comfort food with fewer calories; comfort movies leave the same warm feeling in your belly and a smile on your face. To be completely honest, I haven&rsquo;t been relying completely on comfort movies. I&rsquo;ve eaten half of a chocolate pudding pie in only two days. What can I say? I&rsquo;m a bit of a stress eater. But back to my relatively healthy stress reliever: DVDs.</p>
<p>My all time favorite comfort movie is The Dish. It&rsquo;s an&nbsp;Australian comedy about the satellite dish in Park that captured the television pictures from the Apollo 11 mission. It is a wonderful movie!&nbsp;Every time I watch it, I find something new to laugh at. It&rsquo;s the rare&nbsp;kind of comedy where the way someone stands is sometimes funnier than what they say. Not only is The Dish funny, it&rsquo;s quite moving. Ok, you&nbsp;may not find it quite as moving as I do; after all, I&rsquo;ve had a poster hanging in my room since third grade with pictures of Purdue University graduates in the space program. But the way the movie is put together,&nbsp;the moonwalk makes the viewer feel really connected with the whole&nbsp;world. For the film majors out there, The Dish has amazing camera shots.&nbsp;There really isn&rsquo;t any way to describe it. You just will have to go to blockbuster and rent it. If you ever get a chance the watch The Dish, I&nbsp;highly recommend it. And yes, I&rsquo;m well aware all you are going to ignore&nbsp;me. Don&rsquo;t worry. I&rsquo;m used to it.</p>
<p>The Iron Giant-been watching this flick since I was a kid</p>
<p>GATTACA- for all the Bio geeks out there</p>
<p>October Sky- another space movie</p>kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6202http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6202Mon, 07 Dec 2009 10:31:00 PST I am NOT a history major!http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6169<p>&nbsp;Finishing the last week of the term before finals involved multiple projects including a 8-10 pg history paper. Unlike the Biology presentation of the Organic Chemistry lab notebook, the history paper caused a ton of agonizing and frustration. You see, this was not your run of the mill research paper. I can handle a research paper; they&rsquo;re not all that different from the technical papers I&rsquo;m used to writing. This was not a research paper. It was a historiographical paper. Not only had I never written a historiographical paper, I didn&rsquo;t even figure out exactly what a historiographical paper was until less than fifteen hour until the paper was due. I had to Google it to find a definition. To get it right, I would have to completely scrap all the work I&rsquo;d done, restart the research, and write a whole new paper in about thirteen hours. I think we can all agree that I was totally screwed. After all, I&rsquo;m an engineering, not history, major! I see my next choice as a sign as how I&rsquo;ve matured (taking into account that I just said &lsquo;screwed&rsquo;, I think I come out about even). I decided to finish the paper I&rsquo;d started writing, the way I&rsquo;d started writing it, turn it in, and move on. If I stressed out about something I couldn&rsquo;t realistically do anything about, I would only hurt myself in the long run. Plus, if I was confused, you can bet I wasn&rsquo;t the only one in the class who got it wrong or turned in a crappy paper.<br />
&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br />
&nbsp;In case anyone&rsquo;s interested, I turned in the paper on time and promptly threw out all the papers and notes I&rsquo;d written on the paper. I&rsquo;ve moved on to studying for the finals and I couldn&rsquo;t be happier&hellip; well, at least I still have all my marbles neatly arranged in my marble bag.</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6169http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6169Sat, 28 Nov 2009 10:26:00 PSTMom, I Wanna Ride the Choo-Choo!http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6168<p>&nbsp;I love trains! I rode the train back from Salt Lake City to San Francisco at the end of Thanksgiving break. I don&rsquo;t care that it took seventeen hours; riding the train is so much better than flying! Don&rsquo;t believe me? I have two words for you: leg room. There are leg rests in coach that raise up flat and if you can get an empty seat next to you (not hard at all), raiding both leg rests lets you stretch out and get a good night&rsquo;s sleep. I brought a blanket with me and got a solid seven hours. Try doing that on a plane without the help of various chemicals. On long, especially international flights, passengers are taught stretches to do while sitting down to prevent potentially life threatening leg cramps. There&rsquo;s no such problem on trains. You can get up and move around or take a stroll to the observation lounge or snack car if you like. I got up around nine and mosied down to the dining car for breakfast. I don&rsquo;t know if any of you have eaten place food; I ate an airline sandwich once and I never want to eat one again. Ever. Compared to plane food, train food is fit for a king! I had a wonderful continental breakfast with oatmeal and milk, sausage, juice, a croissant, yogurt and fresh grapefruit for only $10. The food was wonderful and I got to chat with a nice older couple from San Francisco. I think it was the best breakfast I&rsquo;d eaten all week!</p>
<p>&nbsp;The good food aside, what I really love about trains is how calming they are. From the very beginning, there is a lack of rush and hassling. After checking in, my parents were able to come on the train with me and help me pick out a seat and store my luggage before kissing me goodbye. Once the train starts to move, I&rsquo;m always lulled by the gentle swaying and clickity-clack as the train moves over the track. Many, many naps were induced by the movement of the train across the country. Additionally, there are outlets are at every seat! It&rsquo;s really great not to have to worry about laptop or cell phone battery life like you do on airplanes. I didn&rsquo;t bring any DVD&rsquo;s with me because I had homework to do, but I could have watched movies of my own choice all seventeen hours I was on the train without losing power.</p>
<p>&nbsp;I know most people fly because, as uncomfortable as it is, it&rsquo;s fast. But I will go to my grave swearing that taking the train is the best way to travel!</p>KBrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6168http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6168Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:00:00 PSTSo& Where are my clothes going to go?http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6085<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I don&rsquo;t understand how anyone can be relaxing this break. It has been full of one thing for me: work. My packing prep not only included washing clothes, it included vetting books to bring for the multiple projects and papers that will be due starting Monday next week. My group for the biology project due Wednesday has been communicating via e-mail several times a day; a lack of internet means more than having to go without YouTube, it means falling behind.<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When I started packing to come home, I pulled my suit case out from under the bed as usual and set it open on the floor. I hadn&rsquo;t finished laundry yet so I decided to pile in the various books, binders and tools of academia that I would need over the week to work. They filled up the whole suitcase. I&rsquo;m not joking. I had to get creative to get everything to fit. I have never wedged socks into so many nooks and crannies before in my life. I did finally get everything tucked in safely. Thank God.<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;When I got to the airport, I weighed my bag to make sure it wasn&rsquo;t overweight, not that I could do anything about if it had been. I slipped under the weight limit by less than five pounds. I was so proud of myself! The girl in line ahead of me wasn&rsquo;t so lucky. She had to pay the extra $50 because of her school books. I was so to check my baggage for free (could you imagine trying to lift a 45 LB bag up into an overhead bin?).<br />
&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Now I&rsquo;m slowly working my way through the pile, though it<br />
remains huge. &nbsp;Anyone who&rsquo;s been snoozing their way through break just isn&rsquo;t working hard enough. I&rsquo;ll be getting on a train tomorrow to ride back to Santa Clara and I know what I&rsquo;ll be doing. That&rsquo;s right!<br />
Studying!</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>kbrunts@scu.edu (Kelsey Brunts)http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6085http://www.scu.edu/blogSCU/KelseyBrunts.cfm?c=6085